another one...?!
i follow your laughter lines
sprawled and crossed, speckled, mine.
your lips are dry and your teeth are clean
I beg and pray that you won't be mean.
Stretched out like an old cat, feet scrunched
We sigh and laugh, a delicate touch.
Brushed like rain against cobbled stone
Your tender tongue makes me ache to the bone.
Cold, ice, white and pure
You are my very own mysterious cure.
Autumn tones, dashed hopes
A muse is lost, dead, a ghost.
"Why don't you tell me that 'if the girl had been worth having, she'd have waited for you?' No sir, the girl really worth having won't wait for anybody" F.Scott Fitzgerald
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